Dilate

life used to be life-likenow it’s more like showbizi wake up in the nightand i don’t know where the bathroom isand i don’t know what town i’m inor what sky i am underand i wake up in the darkness and idon’t have the will anymore to wondereveryone has a skeletonand a closet to keep it inand your mineevery song has a youa you that the singer sings toand you’re it this timebaby, you’re it this time

when i need to wipe my facei use the back of my handand i like to take up spacejust because i canand i use my dressto wipe up my drinki care less and lesswhat people thinkand you are so lameyou always dissapoint meit’s kind of like our running jokebut it’s really not funnyand i just want you to live up tothe image of you i createi see you and i’m so unsatisfiedi see you and i dialate

so i’ll walk the plankand i’ll jump with a smileif i’m gonna go downi’m gonna do it with styleand you won’t see me surrenderyou won’t hear me confess‘cuz you’ve left me with nothingbut i’ve worked with lessand i learn every room long enoughto make it to the doorand then i hear it click shut behind meand every key works differentlyi forget everytimeand forgetting defines methat’s what defines me

when i say you sucked my brain outthe english translationis i am in love with youand it is no funbut i don’t use words like love‘cuz works like that don’t matterbut don’t look so offendedyou know, you should be flatteredand i wake up in the nightin some big hotel bedand my hands grope for the lightand my hands grope for my headthe world is my oysterthe road is my homeand i know that i’m betteroff alone